Real Men Chop Wood, And Other Truths

Winter 2007. Venice, Italy. Riding the bus back from the "Glass Island," and there he was: the Italian Lumberjack. My first real lumberjack-esque encounter. Strong hands, strong arms, dark hair... and full-on fantasies.
This blog is dedicated to Mr. Italian Lumberjack, and to all those other men that induce continuous swoons, and the reasons we swoon.
Truth #1: Real Men Chop Wood